The Sheikh's Virgin Bride

The Sheikh's Virgin Bride
PENNY JORDAN

Petra is betrothed–to rich, eligible Sheikh Rashid.But she plans to ruin her reputation so Rashid won't want her. Blaize, a fellow guest at her hotel, agrees to be Petra's pretend lover–though soon he's taken her virginity!Then Petra makes a shocking discovery. Blaize is actually none other than the man she's supposed to be marrying–Sheikh Rashid!

“When you have finished your coffee, perhaps you would like to dance?” Blaize suggested. “After all, we are supposed to be lovers, despite that virginal look of yours….”

Petra’s mouth compressed and she put down her coffee cup with a small clatter. “That’s it!” she told him forcefully. “From now on, every time you so much as mention my…my…the word virgin, I shall deduct five dollars from your fee! I am paying you to help me escape a marriage I don’t want, not to keep on bringing up something that has nothing whatsoever to do with our business arrangement!”

“No? I beg to differ,” Blaize informed her softly. “I am supposed to create the impression that I am seducing you,” he reminded her. “Who is going to believe that if you insist on looking like a…”

“Five dollars!” Petra warned him.

“Like a woman who does not know what it is to experience a man’s passion,” Blaize finished silkily.

From the internationally bestselling author

Penny Jordan

Spent at the sheikh’s pleasure…

An enthralling new duet set in the desert kingdom of Zuran.

The Sheikh’s Virgin Bride

Petra is in Zuran to meet her grandfather—only to discover he’s arranged for her to marry the rich, eligible Sheikh Rashid! Petra plans to ruin her own reputation so that he won’t marry her—and asks Blaize, a gorgeous man at her hotel, to pose as her lover.Then she makes a heart-stopping discovery: Blaize is none other than Sheikh Rashid himself!

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THE SHEIKH’S VIRGIN BRIDE

CONTENTS

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER ONE

‘DID you check out the sexy windsurfer attendant like I told you?’

‘Yeah! He was everything you said and more—much, much more. He’s coming up to my room later. Mind you, he did say that he’d have to be careful. Apparently he’s already on a warning from this Sheikh Rashid—the guy who co-owns the hotel—for fraternising with guests.’

‘And you did more than just “fraternise”, right?’

‘Yeah, much, much more.’

From her seat under the protective sun umbrella of the rooftop bar of the Marina Restaurant where she had just finished lunch, the conversation of the two women standing next to her chair was plainly audible to Petra. Still discussing the sexual attributes of the Zuran resort complex’s windsurfing instructor, they started to move away. Realising that one of them had dropped her wrap, Petra picked it up, interrupting their discussion to return it and earning herself a brief thank you from its owner.

As they walked away, still engrossed in their conversation, Petra grinned appreciatively to herself, murmuring wholeheartedly beneath her breath, ‘Thank you!’

Although they didn’t realise it, thanks to them she had just been given access to the very thing she had been looking for for the last two days!

As soon as they were out of sight she got up, collecting her own wrap, although unlike them she had chosen to eat her lunch wearing a silky pair of wide-legged casual trousers over her tankini top, instead of merely her swimwear.

Shading her eyes from the glare of the sun, she summoned the waiter who had served her her meal.

‘Excuse me,’ she asked him, ‘can you tell me where the windsurfers are?’

Half an hour later Petra was lying on a sun lounger, carefully positioned by the attentive beach attendant who had asked her where she wanted to sit so that she had a direct and uninterrupted view of the stunning man-made bay which was home to the resort’s pleasure craft, and an equally direct and uninterrupted view of the windsurfing instructor she had overheard discussed so enthusiastically over lunch!

She could certainly appreciate just why her fellow guests had waxed so lyrical about him!

Petra was used to seeing good-looking muscular men; she had attended an American university and, since the death of her parents in an accident when she was seventeen, she had travelled extensively both in Europe and Australia with her godfather, the senior British diplomat who had been her parents’ closest friend. She’d become, therefore, quite familiar with the sexy beach bum super-stud macho type of man who thought he was heaven’s gift to the female sex.

And this man certainly filled all the physical specifications for the type! And then some!

He could easily earn a living modelling designer underwear, Petra acknowledged as her own rush of sensual heat caught her discomfortingly off guard.

But as she watched him Petra was unwillingly forced to admit he had something else; something extra.

He was gathering up some discarded boards, and even the regulation smart hotel shorts had the effect of heightening his sexuality rather than discreetly concealing it. Across the distance that separated them Petra could somehow sense his maleness, and almost feel the testosterone-laden aura that surrounded him. The movement of his body as he worked reminded Petra of the coiled suppleness of a hunting panther—every movement, every breath a perfect harmony of honed strength and focus, not one single jot of energy wasted or superfluous.

She could see the way the sunlight highlighted the muscle structure of his arm as he held the windsurfer, the breeze tousling the thick darkness of his hair. From beneath their designer sunglasses she suspected that every woman on the beach must be watching him, and perhaps holding their breath as they did so, as she herself was doing. He had a mesmerising presence about him that was wholly and shockingly sexual, a rawness that Petra acknowledged was compelling, challenging, and very, very dangerously exciting! Oh, yes! He was exactly what she needed! The more she watched him, the more she was sure of it!